What if Sang has two siblings instead of one? A set of twins a brother and a sister. What if they're a part of the Academy? What happens when tragedy strikes their small family? Can they get Sang out in time to made a life for themselves?
What will...
After completely falling apart in front of Sergio and Rome I have no idea what to do. I never even cry in front of my brother and sister. I have always fought crying in front of my mother... but those reasons don't need to be acknowledged right now.
So now I'm sitting on the fancy couch worried that I'm messing it all up.
Are you even supposed to sit on these or are they meant for decoration?
Sasha is beside me standing on the cushions with her dirty feet and leaning on the back of the couch. Her head is resting on my shoulder as she tries to wrap her arm around my shoulder.
I look at the tiny little girl. So innocent and sweet. She cared that I was hurting even if she didn't understand why. Sensing my stare Sasha moves her head to look at me. Giving me the biggest smile she pushes me back and crawls onto my lap.
"Want some hot chacet? It always makes me better?" Without waiting for an answer she turns to Rome. "Rome, hot chacet please? I give you one hug and two kisses." The sweet pleading face she aims at the burly man startles a laugh from me as Rome's face blushes and he rubs the back of his neck. He flicks his eyes towards me, as I attempt to restrain my laughter, before bending down beside us.
"Well squirt, that's not much. I mean I'm gonna have to keep your secret and get you our special treat. I think I should have 2 hugs and 4 kisses." Rome holds out his hand watching Sasha as she folds her arms and taps a finger against her chin. She looks so adorable with her thinking face.
"4 hugs and 2 kisses." She amends before placing her smaller hand in his and shaking. "It's only fair." Still holding her hand Rome helps her slide from my lap. They make it to the door before Sasha turns. "Come on."
When I still don't move she runs back and pulls my hand yanking me off the decorative couch. I had misunderstood, "Me?! I thought you were talking to Sergio!" I look up, first at Rome and then Sergio. Both their expressions show puzzlement.
Had they known she was talking to me? We just met! Hadn't anyone taught her not to talk to strangers!!! Do I not look like a threat!? They just kidnapped me. I could be anyone!!!
With Sasha still pulling me behind her my thoughts are scrambled as they lead me down a long corridor with five or more doors on each side to a door covered in glass panes with intricate detail. Immediately we go down a staircase that opens into the round expensive looking kitchen.
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A tiny old lady is bustling around the kitchen around two other workers. Her thick hair is pulled back into a messy graying white bun. Her face is lined with deep wrinkles until she see us. Her entire face lights up with a smile that takes years off. She's dressed in a beautiful purple dress yet still has an apron around her neck and a towel in her hand. We had interrupted her in the middle of giving orders. We watch as she finishes her directions in Russian to the wait staff and hands off her stirring spoon before turning back to us.
